Good morning! Welcome to this writer’s workspace. Here’s what’s happening liiiiiiiiiiiiiive at Miranda’s desk:
What I’m working on: In a few short weeks I’ll be attending a writing retreat (in Vegas! with friends!), for which I must prepare a submission for critique. So, today’s labor is to polish up the first 9,000 or so words of my latest novel project (“Absent”) and write a synopsis and brief outline to go along with it. I need to get this done asap, as the Saints play Seattle this afternoon. Go Saints! (apologies to my hometown…)
Snippet from the screen: “Emily felt a faint wave of embarrassment. She’d always envisioned her office outfitted with a big comfy armchair, not a hard plastic one looking like an escapee from a 1970’s warehouse of institutionalized furniture.”
On my iTunes: “Why Don’t We Do it in the Road” by The Beatles
In my mug: English Breakfast tea
Keeping me company: After our trip to New Orleans, Mr. Ramses has been extra snuggly – and just as lazy as ever.
Out my window: Gah! More snow! (weeps softly)
Since the ugly heaps from the snowpocalypse last week were starting to melt, this is demoralizing. Seriously, the sidewalk was only beginning to reemerge – and with it a host of scary things buried for more than a week. About a block from our apartment, I saw a pile of snow receding to reveal a moldering mattress. I kid you not. This newest dusting created more ice than anything else, but also coated several Christmas trees left on the curb for recycling, as well as a sofa and love seat set.
Ah, life in the city.
Okay, Suri, focus. Assuming I can get my chair back from Mr. Ramses, there’s work to do.